Rest Your Canoe in My Tear-River

Only the chosen few can behold that Divine Cup of Mustafa’s love, let alone consume the Drink. Nevertheless, Jaihoon is eager to try.

Came the voice,

‘Lie upon lie
You lunatic lot frame
Walk during the night
And in the day dream
Love’s ecstasy is not
For the weak to claim
Unworthy are you
To even utter his name’

Inch by inch
My heart melted
Stone by stone
Was I pelted

It was in the mid of noon
Full when was desire’s moon

That day finally
Realized I the truth:
To endear Mustafa
Require much strength

Like Kaleem,
Atop the Sinai
His lovers too can faint
From a ray of his love

No soul can bear
The weight of his Love
Save the ones on whom
Lord benevolently bestow

Medina is the business
Of the chosen few
Night’s secrets are known
But to the morning dew

Not many can behold
That Divine Cup
Let alone consume
The wine within

Inhale if you ever
That fragrance
Unconscious forever
Shall be your conscience

His name shall you repeat
His actions will you recollect

He will become your melody
And the cure for your malady

And then will you plead
Like never before

And then enjoin every tear-bead
Like never before

‘Ya Mustafa!
My tears, the river-
Row the canoe closer
Rest therein forever’

Sep 10 2016. Edit Feb 2021